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The Diplomat
Icon for the great @eredins-a-king-aint-he <3
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"Need any help? Can I play the violin for you, fetch some flowers or bonbons? I adore love stories. Especially the ones that end happily ever after."
#the witcher#the witcher 3#tw3#sigismund dijkstra#sigi reuven#dijkstra#my gameplay#my game screenshots#my screenshots#virtual photography#old dragon
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Fat fucking chance! Geralt, I wouldn't trust this cunt to hard boil my eggs!
What’s the best quote from Witcher 3: Wild Hunt and why is it this?
#seriously I cackle every single time over this line#he’s such a rotten prick but lord was he funny#the witcher#witcher 3#witcher 3 wild hunt#Sigismund Dijkstra#sigi reuven#philippa eilhart#Witcher quotes
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Why is Dijkstra so gorgeous??? I love him so much! His eyes inspire me, they are cold and intimidating, but at the same time they are comfy and protectors! I would give him all my love and I would hug him whenever he was angry (even if it was annoying). This big guy is awesome!
#the witcher#the witcher 3#sigismund dijkstra#dijkstra#sigi reuven#redania#3d#3d blender#blender#art#fanart#3d art#3d model#3d render#gorgeous#big guy#fat man
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THIS IS NOT DONE!!!
HOWEVER...I wanna see what the thoughts are.
BRACELESS
"You're typically a better liar than that." Serenity spoke lowly and carefully.
Her emerald eyes burned into the unusually bright brown orbs of the large man in front of her. Leaning on his elbows, large hands laced together, hiding his mouth as those dangerouseyes peeked over. An unbroken gaze following her every move as she took calculated steps across the room.
"Who exactly do you think you're talking to?" He responded in a deep and promising tone, far from the witty playful response she had been expecting. Hands still clasped as he answered.
"The books surrounding us, I apologize, should I have been more elaborate?" She responded, her tone flattened to match his, her eyes narrowing just the slightest as his pupils retracted.
She had started to play special attention, a suspicion creeping up her spine.
The slight grit of teeth echoed lightly in her ear as he bit back the small rumble that managed to escape. "Your sense of humor and wit is almost as dull as your..." the sentence trailing.
She didn't deserve one of his recent explosive episodes of scornful words. Beyond anything he was known for. One of the expected side effects he had been prepared to deal with.
Hence why he had been alone. *And* had ordered Happen to keep any and everyone away from him, especially in the coming days of a full moon.
Which, from what he had learned from their last few encounters with her, this one was one draw of a wildcard.
And that tantalizing scent drifting from her direction, put together all the pieces he had previously collected on her.
Pausing, Serenity's eyebrows shot up lightly as he seemingly stumbled with a comeback, that was unusual for the infamous Sigi Reuven. Normally the bastard was quick witted and a sense of sweet during their brief last encounters.
They had played a few games of keep away with information the each knew the other wanted, during which some tensions could be cut with a blade.
But now, as he sat stooping at his desk, she couldn't help but notice something...off.
And despite the lack of the scent of an oil she had taken notice on him each time. Yet this time, he *reeked* of a rival scent despite the copious amounts of fragrance surrounding them in his bathhouse.
"So my options are...you went out wandering in the wilderness, aimless like an scared little lamb." She chuckled, the shit eating grin that was fighting to play at her plump lips, brightening her freckle dusted face with an amused glow.
"Or you've been playing with witches." She continued to smirk stopping a few feet from his desk.
Sigi, did *not* find such an implication funny.
"You're a genius considering our last conversation consisted of nothing but my distain for magical wenches."
However much he, admittedly, enjoyed the sublte resistance she was giving him. As he had nearly every encounter.
He had a feeling she was close to discovering how correct she was.
"One disgused as a whore perhaps?" Serenity's eyes flicked to the brace he had hastily thrown aside when she opened the door.
"A Werewhore?" She smirked, holding a laugh at the situation before her.
#current wip#the witcher#sigismund dijkstra#sigi reuven#the witcher 3#fantasy#fanfic#books & libraries#imagines#trying to be brave ahhhhh#werewolf
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A ko-fi donation doodle of my favorite spy for @gleamingsilence !
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Dandelion: *after beimg rescued* So...how’s everyone I pissed off? Whoreson? Sigi?
Geralt: Whoreson’s dead. Sigi’s fine, still just as sexy as ever.
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Sigismund Dijkstra
This is a tricky one, because Djikstra didn’t get any lore when he was added to the game (his leader ability was added a month after the release of Novigrad expansion), in the files there’s this lore bit you can find in a chest BUT even though I have everything unlocked in-game I don’t see this text in his reward tree. Might be a bug on my side, might be that CDPR just let this one scrap of DJ lore in the files and forgot to release it. Who knows, I don't. But I’m going to share what I found :)
Chest: Sigismund Dijkstra was man of razor-sharp intellect and great ambition who arose from common origins to become the head of Redanian Intelligence. Alas, betrayal later forced his retreat from the Regency Council and the kingdom. This setback, however, merely served to open another door for one as shrewd and enterprising as he. Seeing the great potential in Novigrad's criminal underworld, he entrenched himself under the alias Sigi Reuven and quickly garnered tremendous influence. And it was he who introduced to the Free City's underbelly a code of conduct – an arrangement to be used to his benefit whenever the opportunity presented itself.
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AI Dandelion made up a name for Sigi Reuven’s gang and I’m honestly somewhat taken. @e-merald-terror
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Sigismund Dijkstra
#witcher 3#witcher 3: wild hunt#witcher#geralt of rivia#fantasy#novigrad#Redania#sigismund dijkstra#sigi reuven#witcher dijkstra#dijkstra
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ficletvember 2023 - day 10
isengrim/dijkstra fuck or die
In the wilds of Zerrikania, Wolf Isengrim and Sigi Reuven stumble on a refreshing oasis that isn't all that it seems.
cw for gross tender explicit sex that is dubcon but ultimately very consensual. and it's dijkstra so of course there's size kink obviously.
It was sheer foolishness that had driven them not to the question the surreal glisten of the oasis, marveling at the blue water that beckoned among the rocks.
More foolish still, it was not thirst that drove the wanderers into the pool. Once they had left the hostile Elskerdeg Pass behind, the Zerrikanian road they had trudged down the past month boasted stone wells at regular intervals for watering merchant caravans and livestock. Refilling their waterskins was rarely an issue.
As summer crested with rising heat, the road grew barren and dusty, and there had been no opportunity to bathe since leaving the North behind for good.
For the elf, infrequent bathing had been the way of things for years now, and he at least should have had the sense to be wary. There were pools like this in the wilder parts of the Northern forests. He had lived most of his life in the Blue Mountains, said to be the oldest mountain range in the world, and the hills there were full of trickery, requiring careful navigation in forests and valleys that seemed to turn travellers around in a maze and beckon them deep into the bellies of caverns.
But Isengrim Faoiltiarna had been nothing but wary for ages and ages, and something about the strange human that stepped to the edge of the blue pool beside him had slowly stripped him of all his careful defenses over their months of travel and left him with a rather large blind spot.
He had never seen the man calling himself Sigi Reuven naked and very much wanted to.
The man was broad in every sense, down to the cheeky grin he wore as he caught Isengrim watching him undress. It was not some graceful, coy tease worthy of a seedy Novigradian bathhouse, and the very thought of the immense man engaging in such flirtations was deeply humorous.
But it sent an unexplainable thrill through Isengrim's body to watch thick fingers loosen the buttons straining across his torso and drop to press aside the meat of his stomach to unbuckle his belt and shove down his trousers. Beneath, he wore frumpy, sweat-stained underclothes. Far from sensual. But the promise of the expanse of skin soon to be revealed sent Isengrim's pulse into his throat.
Something about this man stirred up long-dead desires in him. The ache to be close, to touch, to be touched in return. He could not in his memory recall desiring a dh'oine at all, let alone with such sharp intensity.
As they would soon come to find out, something about this blue oasis had plenty to do with stirring desire as well.
"Go on, Grim," said Reuven, voice dropped low, thumbs in the waistband of his smallclothes. "You're a tad overdressed."
Isengrim should have balked at the foolish-sounding shortening of his name, but instead, he shrugged fully nude without pause, eyes not leaving Reuven's until the man's gaze trailed down his revealed body and stopped on the clear display of his arousal standing rigid between his legs.
Though Isengrim's body was ribby and scarred and ugly, Reuven hummed in appreciation, and the noise seemed to go right to the base of his spine. The feeling only deepened when the man shucked out of his last layers of clothing and revealed how proportional he was. Large in the breadth of his shoulders, his towering height, his gut that sat across heavy thighs, and of course, the reddened cock Reuven brazenly took in hand. The size of those hands and the fat his manhood nestled in should have made it appear smaller, but that was not so.
With his curiosity over the man's body slated, fervent new desires rose in Isengrim's mind.
When they slipped into the water, pleasantly cool and hemmed with rocks to rest against, those desires rose tenfold.
Waist-deep, Isengrim waded close enough to touch, and if he were in his right mind, he may have hesitated, may have asked whether Reuven felt the same perplexing fondness that he did. Not just arousal but respect and trust and good humor.
The human was the tallest he had ever stood before, tall enough that even Isengrim had to tip his neck back to look him in the eye.
As the water rippled against their bare waists, arousal won out over any other sentiment, and they fell into one another's arms.
Isengrim's heart thundered as Reuven's palms dwarfed his ribcage, and the desperate, first kiss they shared drove them both to breathlessness.
The heat of the man's body surrounded him, and the water itself seemed to boil.
Neither spared any thought for caution or patience. They had waited long enough, had felt the building warmth of desire since that first unexpected night around a campfire as strangers in the wilderness.
They were far from strangers now, Isengrim's thighs strained to straddle Reuven's waist as he lay back against the rocks, wasting little time in hastening their amorous touches toward a common goal.
It should not have been so easy for the human's thick fingers to press inside his willing entrance, muscles lax and open. Had Isengrim paused to think, he may have questioned the slickness and the ease of the movement, but he had lost all thoughts but those most primal.
To have this man wholly and to be had by him, to know every inch of him in fullness, was his only remaining impulse.
Perhaps if they had had less long-withheld emotion for one another, the pool may have snared some other hapless travellers. Isengrim would ponder that much later while tucked in the quiet of his lover's arms at night. If things had happened differently, would their unlikely connection have been just as inevitable?
In the present, any remaining thought Isengrim had was driven from him in the first shallow thrusts of the formidable cock inside him. With less slowness than was sensible, Isengrim pressed down to meet him, spread thighs quivering with strain as Reuven's thumbs found the divots of his hipbones..
"Sigi," he gasped, and with surprising tenderness, the man drew him close to press his forehead to Isengrim's throat, as though he too were overwhelmed. Sigi held his mouth in a kiss against the line of the elf's collarbone as he deepened his upward thrusts.
If it weren't for Boreas Mun's quick-thinking intervention, that amorous embrace may have spelled the end of the pair locked together in the pool. Their travelling companion didn't know a thing about what manner beast or deity may control such a place, but he did have the common sense to know the swirl of mists and strange glow that swirled around his intertwined comrades could not be anything but hostile.
"Wouldn't have interrupted you fellows otherwise, of course!" he repeated with annoying regularity for the rest of their day of travel and several days afterward, seemingly ignorant of the disgruntled ire directed his way by his companions.
Though both were grateful to have avoided a grisly fate wasting away in some cursed pool, as soon as night fell, they resumed their interrupted activities.
Being overheard by the snoozing Boreas on the other side of the dwindling campfire scarcely crossed their mind.
The feeling was not so different, they discovered.
Even without the magical impulse that had inspired them to act so rashly, Isengrim met Sigi with the same unexpected depth of desire in each kiss and touch.
The stars shone above the human's head as he leaned to cover the elf with his body, driving away the chill of the Zerrikanian night. The weight of him was settling rather than smothering. Half a year before had any told him he would enjoy such a thing so fully, lying beneath a human, Isengrim would have either laughed or drawn his sword.
In Sigi's arms, he could almost weep.
Sparse tears did escape the corners of his eyes at the cusp of it.
Unaided by the magic of the oasis, Isengrim felt the achey stretch as he willed his muscles to give. With shuddering breath, clutching at Sigi's broad shoulders, he rallied and the ache deepened into pleasure.
The strange tenderness of their joined bodies and the depth of their desire had not been a trick of the pool.
And as Isengrim and Dijkstra would learn in the long years after, their connection and fondness were also not a trick of the lonely wilderness and the warm nights under the stars.
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Day 10: Sweet William
This one is for the super kind @eredins-a-king-aint-he , thank you so much for the opportunity to draw Dijkstra again! Gosh, I missed this guy and universe, he's still one of my absolute faves. <3
#sigismund dijkstra#sigi reuven#dijkstra#the witcher#the witcher3#flowers#sweet william#book canon eyes version~
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Gods, thank you for Sigismund. He is literally the personification of a shipper, who watches over his own ship, which is ready to crash on the rocks (dramatic ending).
#the witcher#the witcher 3#tw3#sigismund dijkstra#dijkstra#sigi reuven#geralt of rivia#geralt z rivii#geralt#triss merigold#triss#my game screenshots#my gameplay#my screenshots#virtual photography#old dragon
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🗄️ my ao3 including
🗃️ young Vesemir's path ⚔️
🗃️ the mouse and the pig (Dijkstra/foc smut)
🏷️ fluffy Sigi for my chronic-pain-buddies 🐾
🏷️ count Reuven's treasure hunt (Dijkstra/Tilly)
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Tease
She sat there on the edge of the front of his desk perched with her back at a glorious yet subtle arch, her glorious full breasts at eye level spilling out slightly as her shirt hugged her body just a touch too tightly. Deliciously plump legs at a cross with just a ghost of a smirk on her face as she listened to the moaning of the informant, too young and perhaps just too stupid to realize his little act, couldn't quite fool people such as the pair in front of him.
His young and plump, baby like face was burning bright red as he melted into the tantalizing scent he suspected lay deeply buried deep inbetween the two breasts of the goddess before him. His tender and red beaten hands twitching as he resisted running them along her ever so tracable shape, his eyes failing to keep his looking discrete.
The actual man in the room, was seated back in his chair with a slight lean before this little interaction had started, but as he watched those petal like hands drift tenderly across the boys shoulders. His eyes silently tracking with every move, finding himself sitting up slightly with a deathly glare in the direction of the youngster, touching his Queen.
...
"You..." he chucked deeply, a hint of danger as he closed the gap between them, after shoving the informant out if the door. His massive hands moved with an unsettling amount of smoothness to some. A gentle touch as he moved a piece of her ever untamed hair out of her face, his fingers drifting across her skin until he was gently clasping his hand around her throat, guiding her to look up at him gently.
And she let him.
Those burning green gems captured his earth like orbs and her mouth instantly parted when he came a bit closer, "...you...my light..." he spoke, quiet and husky as he grazed her ever so yearning lips, "Are certainly going to get that youngster killed..." he purred with a rumble as he finally took possession of her mouth, drawing a sweet moan from her lips.
He let his own low moan out as she melted I to him and nearly shivered when his teeth found her lips before releasing them with a low chuckle.
"He's being traded in a card game." He spoke a bit seriously before she rolled her eyes at him, earning a swift slap on her rear from the crime lord, which resulted in a much earned squeak.
(This is complete trash, I was very stoned writing it. But if you fid somehow like it, let me know. I tend to get stoned a lot 🤣)
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